At midnight on the 4th of Richfest, 600 CY, the First Mark of the Wane of Magic took effect everywhere on Liga, what would in later years be referred to as the Calcification. Under the Calcification, two very important magical effects were negated and or …

As you lean against Mekkatorque's body for an hour of rest, you find yourself drifting. Up, through the rock over your head, then soaring over the Riftcanyon, until you are high enough to see it in totality.
Beneath you, the land is crisscrossed by …

As your sight dims, you find yourself caught in a swirl of what you mistake at first for Autumn leaves, but you soon recognize as dragon scales.
Out of the storm of swirling scales steps Old Hrothim, the witch-doctor of your tribe. "Five years it has …

As you rest your head against the wall, you find yourself reflecting on the riches that surround you, wealth you're forbidden to touch. As you try and rest, try to recover your strength, you notice a beetle scuttling towards you. In fact, as it grows …

As you lie back to recharge before braving the Obsidian Mirror and whatever awaits you on the far side, your mind drifts back to a few nights ago, when you last held [[:jenny | Jenny]] in your arms.
The two of you are curled around one another, and her …

As you lean against the wall near the Obsidian Mirror, you are overcome in your reverie and drift away. You suddenly find yourself standing in the Vault, standing in one of the high overlooks. You can see that the streets surrounding the Concourse are …

You find yourself standing over a ruined landscape. Murlynd is beside you, but you cannot hear his words over the howling wind. There's a wound on his chest, and blood is slowly staining his white tunic a deep crimson. His face grows visibly paler as you …

At midnight on the 4th of Brewfest, 600 CY, the Second Mark of the Wane of Magic took effect everywhere on Liga, what would in later years be referred to as the Putrification. Under the Putrification, arcane magic began to malfunction, inflicting arcane …

The Society of Gnomergan was founded by [[:wilfred-fizzlebang | Wilfred Fizzlebang]] in early Patchwall of 600 CY. Headed by a dwarf named [[:kosha-mattuk | Kosha Mattuk]], the Society serves a variety of purposes.
The main, public purpose of the …